She passed the prison and heard a familiar male voice—an unmistakeable male voice. "You can keep waving that bone forever, but that dog is never going to move."

"Well, I'm sorry if we haven't resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet." One of the prisoners said in an almost strained voice.

The sound of cannons echoed across Port Royal.

Jack shot to his feet. "I know those guns." He looked out his barred cell window. "It's the Pearl."

"The Black Pearl?" One of the prisoners asked. "I've heard of her. She's been preying on ships and settlements for a near ten years. Never leaves any survivors."

"No survivors?" Jack asked with a smile. "I wonder where the stories come from, then."'

Almyra slipped inside almost silently, seeing Jack Sparrow looking out the window at firing cannons.

She smiled slightly. "Jack Sparrow," she called, leaning against the doorway. "I thought you were dead."

He lifted his hat quickly, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. "Ah, my mutineering love," he set the hat back on his face, "come to mock, have you?"

"Jack, you know I was not involved in the mutiny against you." She said simply, stepping toward his cell. "I loved you. If you recall, you told me not to fight them so I would survive."

"I now seem to regret that decision," Jack said simply. "I should have let you stay on that island with me."

"And done what, Jack? You only had the one bullet." She whispered, threading her arms through the bars of his cell and leaning forward, looking down at him and trying to feel anything for the man she had nearly killed herself over ten years ago. Nothing.

"Still could have enjoyed the company." He muttered, hat still over his face.

"Would you at least look at me?" She asked, setting her chin on one of the horizontal bars, the others pushing her hat back as she stretched a thin arm out towards him, the rich ruddy light of the torches behind her replaced by the pale blue of the moon and her blouse turned to tatters on her bones, silver rings glittering softly on long fingers lacking any flesh.

She jerked back from the moonlight, not wanting Jack to see her like that, even though her feelings for him had been stripped from her.

Jack looked up at her, her tan skin returned and her long wavy hair braided back beneath her hat. "You look better with my hat on."

"I need your help, Jack," she said softly. "Barbossa stole a cursed treasure, and Bootstrap stole the last piece we need to reverse it." She reached out toward the light again. "I breathe, but I don't live. I feel nothing any more, Jack, no matter how much I want to."

He sat up quickly at that, looking at her arm in shock. "The curse," He breathed, "it's real."

"Very," she whispered, quickly pulling her arm back. "And I need you to help me. Bootstrap sent the medallion to his son, but I don't know who he is, and now a woman in the Governor's house has it."

"Elizabeth. I saw the medallion." He confirmed, standing and starting for Almyra, reaching through the bars himself to pick the hat up off her head. "Need any help with her, love?"

"No," Almyra said softly, backing out of the moonlight so Jack wouldn't see her ruined face. "She's being loaded onboard as we speak, with the medallion. But the idiots on the Pearl believe she's the child of Bootstrap."

Jack laughed, arms hanging over the bars lazily. "Never were able to keep up with you, hm?"

Almyra rolled her eyes, looking out at the window slowly, watching the Pearl. "I've stayed too long, Jack. Barbossa will be waiting. You need to find his son, Jack. Find Bill's boy. Find him for me."

"I'll do whatever you want, love," he said with a crooked grin at her. "But just for old times sake, what's in it for me?"

"If we fix this curse, you'll be able to kill Barbossa for what he did to you." Almyra's voice fell quieter. "And I might love you again."

Jack drew a hand down his chin. "Might?" He tisked. "I'm going to use the shot in that pistol." He pointed towards the wall where his belongings were hanging. "And I'm going to end him. And you, my little siren, will love me again. Savvy?"

She smiled, nodding at him. "It's been so long, Jack. Even without feelings, I missed you. I'll see you soon."

Jack pulled her back toward him, away from the moonlight, and kissed her through the bars. "The next one," he said quietly. "You will feel something."

She smiled slightly. "There's something to look forward to."

He winked at her and gave his hat one more affectionate flick before sending her on her way with a push low on her back. "Remember our bargain, love."

She smiled again. "I've never forgotten a bargain with you, Jack. Just make sure to get me the son of Bootstrap. It's the only way to fix this."

Jack nodded. "I will. As long as you have Miss Swann, you'll have leverage against him."

Almyra smirked. "Then I'll make sure Barbossa doesn't get rid of her."

Jack grinned. "Until then, love."